The Fletcher Family Adjusts to Working on Their New Orchard Farm - Cover

The Fletcher Family Adjusts to Working on Their New Orchard Farm

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Chapter 3

Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Sam Fletcher walks the fields with his forewoman, Leona Abraham, meeting many of the workers. Mary Fletcher, Ellie’s sister-in-law, introduces her to one of the perks of local shopping and meeting farm labourers. Donny and Sarah make new friends.

Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   mt/ft   Fa/Fa   ft/ft   Consensual   BiSexual   Fiction   Farming   Cheating   Slut Wife   Incest   Gang Bang   Interracial   Anal Sex   Cream Pie   Double Penetration   Exhibitionism   First   Oral Sex   Voyeurism   Public Sex  

Sam and Leona continued their workday with her explaining and demonstrating how she’d connect several sections of bamboo piping. She had left her undershirt off and work shirt unbuttoned low to give him glimpses of her tit, plus it helped to cool her moist skin.

“Do you plan on teasing me with glimpses of your wonderful tits every day?”

“Possibly. Too bad you can’t let me see your nice cock. I wouldn’t want to see it get sunburned,” she joked.

“We can work on plans for building two more windmills tomorrow.”

“From my first experience with you, I get the impression that you’re good with your hands.”

“I do swing a mean hammer,” he smiled.

“You know what I’m talking about.”

“I’m afraid that I do. I thought that you were all business and little pleasure.”

“Maybe your business will be pleasing me first,” she smiled, showing perfectly white teeth at him.


Sam returned home to the wonderful aroma coming from the kitchen. “Mmm, what is that fantastic smell?”

“My pussy after you’ve fucked me,” Ellie joked.

He came up behind Ellie, kissing the nape of her neck and caressing her breast.

“I can take that greeting every day,” she smiled to kiss him. His eyes widened to see her dress unbuttoned quite low to reveal the inner valley between her breasts. “When was the last time we had roasted chicken?”

“In a hen’s age,” he joked, sliding his hand inside her dress to fondle her bare tit.

“Keep that up, Mr. Fletcher, and we won’t be eating dinner right away.”

“I wouldn’t mind a before-meal taste of your pussy.”

“You’re so bad and I love it! Later on tonight you can taste me before and after we fuck. Go and wash up; dinner will be ready in a few minutes.”


Everyone gathered at the kitchen table and Sam said grace, thanking the Lord for a safe arrival in Florida and a bright-looking future. Richard had given him some of his homemade wine and allowed the kids to have a little as they toasted to their new home.

Sam hadn’t seen Donny and Sarah since last night, saying he got an early start on his day. He mentioned they could rest for the remainder of the week when he and Ellie will decide on daily chores for them.

“I think you and Mom got to know Aunt Mary and Uncle Richard quite well last night,” Sarah mentioned.

“We did have several good conversations about the farm,” Ellie smirked, looking at Sam.

“That isn’t what Donny and I saw. Uncle Richard was fucking you and Dad was fucking Aunt Mary.”

“They did have a rather odd way of welcoming us to the farm,” Sam smiled.

“We found out that David and Joan are having sex too. They fucked in front of us on her bed,” Donny said.

“They told how they each enjoy fucking several of the worker’s kids,” Sarah revealed.

“I guess the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, or in this case, the orange,” Ellie said.

“Dad, how was your first day with Leona?” Donny asked.

 
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